Adventures in urban farming
By JulieGuest blogger Mother Nature came rushing back to Oregon at 3 a.m. “Sorry, I’m late,” she called out, holding two pails of water. “2020, amiright?” She threw bucket after bucket, cleansing our collective dusty front porch. “Jesus! What the hell happened over here?!” Thunder rolls in and the rain is pounding heavy on the …
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Since the Pandemic began, I've spent almost every minute at home. As the days drifted by, I found myself staring out the front window, looking for anything. A squirrel. A distraction. Or better yet, the mailman. I have decorated the front door with colorful drawings and a simple note thanking the front-line delivery people for …
This afternoon I had a rare nap, followed by a crying fit ... and then this. For those who don't know Charlie, he's terrified of the chickens. But not today. Today he's a brave lil' fella. I've always leaned into the chickens for therapy. Just watching them run through the yard allows me to zone …
Chickens love mealworms, but they really love them frozen in a corm muffin. Today was a hot one. Temps topped 90 degrees. So to beat the heat, I blew up a pool float and put it in a small pond in my yard. I drifted around in about 10 inches of water, my belly looking …
https://youtu.be/_qT89oIaO6w Someone's singing the egg song! Staying at home since the beginning of March has left me an urban farmer's dilemma: What to do with all these eggs? As I have hunkered down during the pandemic and carved out a space to work in my dining room, in many ways it seemed as if the …
